Dream
Hakikur Rahman
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It's the time to dreams
Shuffling the mind
The dream comes absent-mindedly
Playing at the corner of the heart.
Be the small or old, dream all
There is no witness of dreams.
Dreams come in the scene of its own
Some dreams suddenly becomes true.
There are no meaning of many dreams
Yet no one can stop dreaming.
Night passes by dreaming
This is a mystery of creation
When the dream is closed
All the commentary in life will stop.